Bring the BACON!

Around Memphis, when there is even the slightest mention of snow, it's like people absolutely lose their minds. Well, it just so happens that our "Winter Storm Watch" has now become "Winter Storm Warning." Here's hoping we get more than the usual dusting.

Can I tell you how ecstatically happy I am that I went to the grocery store Friday? Sound Man is wise beyond his years and suggested that, because they were using the "s" word in the forecast, it would be advisable to go before the crazies get out.

This video, done by Olan Rogers, who lives around here and knows, hilariously explains what happens. You have to watch to the end, though, to understand the title to this post. Enjoy.

Well, This Was Unexpected...

Five-fifteen in the morning. I am dead-to-the-world asleep. The phone rings. Of course I expect it to be my step-dad telling me he's taken my mom to the hospital or something. No, nothing like that. This is the conversation that ensued:

Me: (very groggily) Hello?
Father-in-Law: Are y'all up?
Me: Um...No?
FIL: Well, you need to get up and look out the window.
Me: Um...okay...Sound Man, look out the window.
Sound Man: (also very groggily) WHA..? WHY?
Me: Your dad said to.
Sound Man: (after getting up and looking out the window) HOLY CR*P! THERE'S THREE INCHES OF SNOW ON THE GROUND!
FIL: Well, just thought you'd want to know. Y'all be careful.

After which we both get up and laugh our tails off that the Memphis area was totally caught off guard. I mean, usually, they start a week in advance of a slight chance of flurries warning us, which in turn causes every crazy person in the tri-state area to head to MY Wal-mart for bread and milk, which of course means that everything else will be out when I'm doing my normal grocery shopping.

This...this was just crazy. They had mentioned last night that we might get some sleet, but no one made a big deal about it that I knew of. Maybe it was all overshadowed by last night's game. What game, you ask? If you have to ask, I'm not going to be the one to explain it to you.

Anyway, by the time Kiddo and I got up, there was 5 1/2 inches of snow. How do I know? Well, we are very scientific around here:

See? No, you probably can't. But trust me. That ruler went all the way to 5 1/2 inches. By the time this picture was taken, this was the only undisturbed spot in the yard. I do have three dogs, not to mention a 10-year-old boy.

Sound Man took this picture when he let the dogs out about 5:30. I love it because it shows all three dogs with it pouring snow. You can tell how much Jonathan loves it. He cracked me up with all the shenanigans he did while we were out there later.

My sweet boy with my big dog. They love each other, they do. And did I mention Jonathan also loves snow?

Windi and Shadow, however, tolerate it. Shadow more so than Windi.

Shadow taking a turn in the white stuff.

Windi is too prissy (not to mention short) to enjoy being in 5 1/2 inches of snow. This is where she liked to stay. On the patio. Poor baby tried her best to go potty, but she couldn't find a spot in the yard where the snow wasn't half way up to her head. She eventually was able to. Bless her 13-year-old heart.

Have I said that Jonathan LOVES snow? He and Kiddo got into a snowball fight, and this pic shows him trying to get the "ball" out of Kiddo's hands:

Here's Kiddo and Jonathan playing in the snow. I love it when Jonathan growls like that. He sounds so ferocious. And I suppose he would really be if something were really doing harm to one of us, but here he's just playing.

After we brought the dogs in, Kiddo took the sled out to the front to see if our neighbor's kids wanted to ride.

I think that lasted all of three minutes. That sled is heavy! It was built about 25 years ago by an old family friend, and it's still in great condition. Probably because it never gets used!

Well, Kiddo is now inside, warmed up, drinking decaf coffee(yes, coffee...he likes it...go figure) and eating lunch. I am watching what little birds I'm attracting to the yard with the meager fare I put out for them (I was not prepared and only had thistle...sad times). I am taking the day to get caught up on laundry even though I still have much too much of a word that looks a lot like snow but ends with "t" instead of "w" and a headache that WILL. NOT. GO. AWAY.

Maybe if I just spend the day blogging with all of you it will magically go away. Now that's a good idea!

More snow pictures

Is there something so wrong with me that when I make a simple typo when I type the word "snow," using the letter "t" in place of the letter "w," it makes me GOL (giggle out loud)?

Oh, sorry...back to the subject at hand.

We took several pictures of the snow that came Saturday. Sound Man and Kiddo had a blast being silly in the snow. Windi and Shadow couldn't have cared less about it, but Jonathan loved to sniff it, getting some of it up his nose in the process.

Look how big my dog is getting! He's looking more and more like a grown up Retriever. It makes me kind of sad. I mean, just seven short months ago this is what he looked like:

WAAAAAHHHH!!!

Oh, sorry. Again. Anyway, Sound Man and Kiddo got out in the front yard and built an awesome snowman.

Being the safety man that he is, of course Mr. Snowman Couldn't be a normal, scarf wearing, boring snowman. No, this dude is ready to jump in and help where needed. Sounds like someone else I know...But I digress. We had to give him a name. Sound Man said Safety Sam. Nah. Too cheesy. My choice, and my idea I might add, was Fluorescent Frosty. Sound Man loved it. And it's not cheesy AT ALL. Hee hee.

They were frozen popsicles by the time they were finished, but it was worth it. I love watching them do stuff together.

Sometime after it got dark, however, Mr. Frosty met his demise. We can't be sure it wasn't the wind, but Sound Man really thinks some punks knocked him over after our curtains were closed. I asked him why someone would do that and his reply was that their dads didn't build one with them when they were nine.

In spite of being sad Kiddo would be upset, that made me smile.

Oh, well, it's gonna be 60 in a couple of days. Mr. Frosty wouldn't have made it anyway.

You know you live around Memphis when...

One day it's 70 something degrees and a few days later you're dealing with this:

Not to mention dealing with crazy people on the roads flocking to the grocery store. This would be the second time (of the TWO times we've had snow) that I've scheduled my regular grocery shopping at the SAME TIME that all the crazy people decide to go stock up on milk and bread.

And then there's this...

Don't ask me where you live to get these crazies outside your door.

Hee hee hee.

More pictures later!